Hardik Vaidya Poems

Waste.

Do not print, save trees.
I don't wish to print Pakistan.
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Morning walk, through the woods of Mumbai.
A sanctuary, midst the national cacophony.
Crows bathing, ducks swimming
Doves invisible
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The hawks will not rest.
They will hunt peace.
Talons sharp will pierce its innocent pleas.
The hideous beak will shred its flesh.
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You were butchered.
Your wife, my sister was raped,
Her jugular sliced, she then bled to death.
Your daughter, my daughter, saw
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When you kill its murder.
When I kill its a mistake.
Your love is rape.
My love is soul worship.
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There are nights, and there is the night.
Petals dark blossom, an orchid rare.
Swallow me whole, I writhe in delight.
Caverns of desires, walls jaded,
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There is nothing for me to give.
I have taken all.
Like a bee, drunk, of your nectar.
Morse code, remorse mode,
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A new low has been invented.
Abyss of human demise knows no end.
We shook hands to invent new,
Shared, faces, of barbaric beasts,
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Mommy, I love you so much.
I still remember,
Your muffled voice,
The sweet laughter,
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Yet to have breakfast,
Its 0919, forced fasts
Where is fast food?
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